Tianwu God looked at the Colonel, who was covered in blood, with blood still at the corner of his mouth and leftover dry rations.
"Take your men to eat clean food," Tianwu God ordered.
The Colonel hurriedly cupped his hands and led his troops to eat.
The resting officers and soldiers were gobbling down their food, drinking large bowls of soup, all of which was top-quality chicken soup and fish soup.
"Quick, quick, quick!" It had been less than half an hour since Tianwu God arrived, and there were urgent voices from the front line.
"Military doctor, military doctor!" A Deputy General was urgently shouting while carrying a General on his back.
"Where's the military doctor? Where is the military doctor?" The Deputy General, his face covered in blood, shouted within the camp.
"Pfft—"
However, before the military doctor could arrive, a mouthful of blood was spit out.
